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  1. This is my life
    I literally listened to this song for a little more than a year every single day from the day it released lol man this shit is just stuck in my head now and i feel bits of it kick in with my daily life

  2. Jesus is the only way.. I know some of you want to continue liking this type of material or entertainment if you can call it that but you can't serve two masters at the same time now can you? Any of you guys did claim to follow Jesus Christ need to get right! I need to get right I'm not saying I'm perfect I'm going to work on my stuff right now but I know too much and I hear what you guys are saying and since none of you were talking you all are controlled opposition every single last one of you. So there's that

  3. I think the idea of the music is more important than the sound but I guess im a minority cause the comments are just talking about the sounds. These guys are prophets. Warning people. The singularity is coming. Be ready fools. Wheats gonna be separated from chaff.

  4. It feel like when the Armageddon will begin, and everyone's running for shelter RTJ will plug in the giant speakers at area 51 and drop fire hotter than the nukes🔥🔥

  5. I just heard the rumors that Bernie Fucking Sanders is going to announce his 2020 presidential run and I immediately came to listen to this song! I hope Killer Mike campaigns for Bernie again – we all need to unite and overthrow our masters!

  6. Beware of horses

    I mean a horse is a horse of course, but who rides is important

    Sitting high with a uniform, barking orders, demanding order

    And I'm scared that I talk too much about what I think's going on

    I got a way with this, they might drag me away for this

    Put me in a cage for this, I might pay for this

    So I just say what I want like I'm made for this

    But I'm just afraid some days I might be wrong

    Maybe that's why me and Mike get along

    Hey, not from the same part of town, but we both hear the same sound coming

    Woo

    And it sounds like war

    Woo

    And it breaks our hearts

    When I started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc

    Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs

    Make a buck and dash, yeah

    Get a little dap like "Yeah I'm the fucking man!", yeah

    Maybe give a little back like, "Here, I do what I can"

    It's all jokes and smoke 'till the truth start schemin'

    Can't contain the disdain for y'all demons

    Talk clean and bomb hospitals

    So I speak with the foulest mouth possible

    And I drink like a Vulcan losing all faith in the logical

    I will not be confused for docile

    I'm free, motherfuckers, I'm hostile

    Choose the lesser of the evil people, and the devil still gon' win

    It could all be over tomorrow, kill our masters and start again

    But we know we all afraid, so we just simply cry and march again

    At the Dem Conven my heart broke apart when I seen them march mommas in

    As I rap this verse right now, got tears flowing down my chocolate chin

    Told the truth and I've been punished for it, must be a masochist 'cause I done it again

    Ooh, Mike said "uterus", they acting like Mike said "You a bitch"

    To every writer who wrote it, misquoted it

    Mike says, "You a bitch, you a bitch, you a bitch"

    Add a "nigga" for that black writer that started that sewer shit

    I maneuver through manure like a slumdog millionaire

    El-P told me, "Fuck them devils, Mike, we gon' be millionaires"

    I respond with a heavy "Yeah"

    Big bro says "Fuck that, toughen up

    Stay ready, write raw raps, shit rugged rough"

    The devil don't sleep, us either

    El spits fire, I spit ether

    We the gladiators that oppose all Caesars

    Coming soon on a new world tour

    Probably play the score for the World War

    At the apocalypse, play the encore

    Turn around, see El, and I smile

    Hell coming and we got about a mile

    Until it's over I remain hostile

    Mere mortals, the Gods coming so miss me with the whoopty-whoop

    You take the devil for God, look how he doin' you

    I'm Jack Johnson, I beat a slave catcher snaggletooth

    I'm Tiger Flowers with a higher power, hallelu'

    Life'll get so bad it feel like God mad at you

    But that's a feeling, baby, ever lose, I refuse

    I disabuse these foolish fools of they foolish views

    I heard the revolution coming, you should spread the news

    Garvey-mind, Tyson-punch, this is bad news

    So feel me, follow me

    Devil done got on top of me

    Bad times got a monopoly

    Give up, I did the opposite

    Pitch perfect, did it properly

    Owner killed by his property

    This life'll stress you like Orson Welles on the radio

    War after war of the world'll make all your saneness go

    And these invaders from Earth're twerkin' on graves you know

    Can't wait to load up the silos and make your babies glow

    It's so abusive you'll beg somebody to roofie you

    They'll snatch your hope up and use it like it's a hula-hoop

    And it's a loop, they talk to you just like their rulers do

    These fucking fools have forgotten just who been fooling who

    Kill your, kill, kill your kill your, kill

    Kill your, kill, kill, kill your, kill

    Kill your masters

    Kill your, kill, kill your kill your, kill

    Kill your, kill, kill, kill your, kill

    Kill your masters

    Kill your, kill, kill your kill your, kill

    Kill your, kill, kill, kill your, kill

    Kill your masters

    Kill your, kill, kill your kill your, kill

    Kill your, kill, kill, kill your, kill

    Kill your masters

    Killer children of men on the throne roving with no atonement

    Got me feeling like I'm Clive Owen rowing through a future frozen

    But the flow is a burning wind, blowing to your coast and

    Now in cages 'cause we rode the waves of your explosions

    Done appealing to our killers, man, to stop the bleeding

    This song's a dirty bomb for they dirty dealings

    Boots on the roof, I'm Charley Mingus dumping through the ceiling

    Master P-ing on these lost Europeans thievin'

    Shit be grim, and De La born a reaper

    Born in the beast and fixin' feast tearin' its features

    The world surges, the nation's nervous

    The crowds awaken, they can't disperse us

    We ain't at your service, won't stay sedated

    Won't state our numbers for names and remain faceless

    We dignified, they can't erase us

    We ain't asleep, we rope a dope through the flames

    Man, the world gonna ride on what's implied in the name

    Run 'em

    Kill your, kill, kill your kill your, kill

    Kill your, kill, kill, kill your, kill

    Kill your masters

    Kill your, kill, kill your kill your, kill

    Kill your, kill, kill, kill your, kill

    Kill your masters

    Kill your, kill, kill your kill your, kill

    Kill your, kill, kill, kill your, kill

    Kill your masters

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    Kill your, kill, kill, kill your, kill

    Kill your masters

  7. I just can't decide whose verses do I like the most. El's first part has this brilliant anger and sadness to it, Mikey's part has defiance and Zack's part is just explosive. They all connect so beautifully. SO SO GOOD!

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